He maneuvered her tank off, and devoured her flesh. Katie eye balled the wine bottle, then grabbed it and poured some over his shoulder. He groaned an... gripped her head as she licked up the wine from his skin. Then, she poured some on herself, just a tiny bit at first. Lucas took the bottle, poured the wine over her shoulder and down her chest. He watched as it formed tiny rivulets and streams on her chest that then dripped from her hardened nipples. She gripped the back of his head and lowered. ’ The Army gets the credit, the reserve pilots practice flying. All three of them are college graduates ... and women. This is probably the closest they’ll ever get to combat.I pay the fuel bill. I usually watch them on their way. Another $25 thousand out of my pocket. Only twice a month though. The mine could handle a shipment everyday ... If ... big if ... I worked the crews to capacity. I won’t. I pay well and they are glad I’m back.The State Police finally reached the bottom of the hole.. I seemed tobe in the same lab setting I was before. I still couldn't move therest of my body or speak.I saw the source of the voice. A gorgeous young woman who was probablyin her mid-twenties, sitting on a low chair or stool. She wore a shortred dress and a white lab coat over it. She had shoulder-length blondehair and sparkling blue eyes (not only were my eyes now registeringthe full color spectrum, something was helping me to understand what Iwas seeing. It was a little cool and a little. All throughout the commercial, she spanked Torrie with a series of resounding ‘thwacks.’ By the time the first commercial break was over, Torrie’s behind almost matched her hair. Then, Isabel ordered Torrie back to her knees to continue her oral attentions until the next commercial break. By the time the show was over, Isabel had been brought to orgasm twice and Torrie’s ass was stinging like nobody’s business. Isabel stood up to get dressed. ‘I’ve got an afternoon class to go to. I expect.